After finishing her successful women’s basketball career, six foot nine inch Ekaterina Lisina decided to step out
and make her longtime dream of becoming a world-class, high fashion model come true. While working to get her foot
in the door of the modeling world, Ekaterina learned that many in modeling agencies thought she was too tall to be…
a runway model. Read more…
Note to the Reader: This story is one of wish-fulfillment. One of Goddess Marquesa’s favorite pass times. It is, of course, entirely fictional.
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“STOP! HOLD IT! PLEASE STOP! Stop right now. I don’t want him representing me!” If the defendant’s outcry doesn’t quite stun the courtroom, it certainly wakes it up. A loud outcry arises from the spectators and echoes through the space.
Bang! Bang! Bang! The judge’s gavel punctuates the outburst. “The defendant will come to order. Order in this courtroom.” To the defendant, “Sir, sit down and remain quiet!” Read more…
Goddess Marquesa glanced down at the invitation once again. Yes, this was the right address. The grim Gothic mansion looked quite out of place among the pastel-hued condominiums of her West Florida beach neighborhood. She pressed the button next to the door. As an echoing metallic bell sounded from deep within the mansion, the Goddess thought she saw a bat circle quickly around the mansard roofed tower looming over the shallow portico. This place has just the right ambience for Halloween, she thought to herself. Read more…
In the night.
Something.
A whisper.
“Yes Goddess, i will remain asleep”
Breath tingles my ear.
A whisper.
“Yes Goddess, i love You”
A finger tip upon my cheek.
A whisper.
“Yes Goddess, i will serve and obey”
A touch so intimate.
A whisper.
“No Goddess, i can never escape”
A kiss.
A whisper.
“Yes Goddess, forever”
i sleep.
slave mike
It started with a wrong number.
“Hello, pet,” the woman’s voice cooed into my ear. “I have been thinking naughty thoughts of you.” It was only ten words, but they sent chills down my spine and warmth through my loins. Becoming so turned on so quickly gave me vertigo, I lost my bearings.
“I’m sorry,” I stammered, “is this Fred’s Garage?”
The voice on the other end laughed, a sound which again stoked a furnace of desire inside me.
